"Pfft!" Duque laughed.
He knew that Sal was sucking up to him, but it felt good!
He was Sal — the greatest leader of the Tribe, second to none. In history, even the successors Wojin and Queen Shea were not as wise and courageous as Sal.
If a normal member of the Alliance tried to suck up to Duke, Duke would only treat them as a bystander who was cheering 666.
If it were Sal, this wave of flattery would have been quite effective.
"Sal, there are very few people who can make me blush or feel embarrassed. In recent years, you are the first. "
"Oh, then it's my honor." Sal bowed.
"Have you and the Frostwolf really accepted your fate?" Duque stopped smiling and became serious.
"Yes, in fact. There are still many Blackrock and Warsong Beastmen who survived. I'm just a pathfinder. "Sal was straightforward.
This was clearly saying that if the Alliance could not even accept the Frostwolf Tribe, which had the cleanest background, then the remaining Beastmen could only resist to the end in despair.
Duque did not care. He stood up, took a few steps, and looked out the window.
"Did you know? Sal. Since the moment the Tribe set foot on the land of Azeroth, I have been planning the destruction of the Tribe. For thirty years, I have never stopped thinking about this. After you became the leader of the Tribe, I also tried to see if the two huge organizations could coexist on this vast planet. After all, the Burning Legion and the evil forces of the Ancient Gods brought too much pressure to the Alliance. "
Sal was a little sad. "Sorry, the Tribe did not seize this opportunity."
"That's right. If the Tribe had taken advantage of the situation to rise, perhaps until today, once there are no external enemies, the Alliance and the Tribe will immediately start attacking each other. After all, in the bones of the Tribe, they still advocate using force to solve everything. Fortunately, the Alliance is strong now, and the Tribe self-destructed in the hands of Garrus. "
"Perhaps, this is fate." Sal also sighed.
"Okay, let's not talk anymore. The return of the Burning Legion is a destined future. In a few years, we will see more signs. You are right. Now that it is Azeroth, we need any powerful intelligent race to participate in the war against evil. There would come a time when the Alliance would make use of the Orcs. However, I must remind you — since the Orcs have joined the Alliance, don't let the traditionalists raise their heads. Otherwise … "
Duque gently raised his hand, and the white jade sculpture on his left suddenly turned into a Beastman. A second later, it was instantly erased.
There was no wreckage or even dust.
Just like that, he silently disappeared from this world.
This meant that if the Beastmen had any more thoughts of rebellion, he wouldn't mind erasing all the Beastmen from the universe.
This was no longer a warning; it was a death line he had drawn for Sal.
Who touched it! Who would destroy them?
Sal felt a chill in his heart. "Understood! Once upon a time, I softened and let the traditionalists take control. In this generation, even if we have to pay the price of blood, we can't let them hinder the Beastmen's reproduction. "
Now that the negotiation was done, all that was left was to go through the motions.
On the 5th of January, the 30th year of the Dark Portal, the Alliance officially announced that the Frostwolf Tribe had joined the Alliance as a second-class tribe.
At the same time, the Beastmen, Taurens, and Trolls removed the obvious tribal title of "Chieftain" and changed it to "Leader".
On the 10th of January, the remaining Blackrock Tribe and Warsong Tribe joined the Alliance and were classified as third-class vassal tribes.
The leader of the Blackrock Tribe was Varrock Salufar.
As for the Warsong Tribe … The leader of the Warsong Tribe roared for Grom Hell.
Yes, Grom, who had always been in pain and chose not to help either side, finally chose to return to his tribe in the state of a Heroic Spirit.
Considering that Master Roar had been with him for so many years, Duque allowed it.
Other than using the magic power of the Weave as a source of power to support his body, Grom had nothing to do with Duque.
This could be considered parting on good terms!
Grom would temporarily take over the position of leader as a Heroic Spirit until he nurtured a disciple who could inherit his mantle.
At this point, the time node of the [Mystery of Pandaria] had come to an end. Because of the complete death of Braindead Roar and the elimination of a traitor in Nozdormu's family, there would no longer be the [King of Draenor].
Azeroth entered a rare period of peace.
The Alliance announced the implementation of the [Five Year Plan] which focused on climbing the technology tree. The core of the plan was to combine the various black technologies left behind by the Titans and Draenei and reverse engineer them to create all kinds of combat weapons.
At the same time, some demons who had been captured by the Alliance or the former tribes became experimental subjects …
Time flew, and 35 years had passed since the Dark Portal.
When the Alliance announced that the first five year plan had been completed, the second five year plan had begun. On this day, a prison that seemed to have been forgotten by the world welcomed a special guest.
The commander of the Alliance — Duke Marcus!
As the Warden Maiev Shadowsong who had extremely high authority and was a legendary hero, she could ignore almost any leader of the Alliance.
Duque was definitely the exception.
It was not only because of Duque's strength and authority, but also because of Duque's achievements. Even if she only left the prison once a year to attend the secret meeting of the Alliance's higher-ups, she could feel the changes that the Alliance and even Darnassus had undergone under Duque's transformation.
It was more beautiful, full of life, energy, and security.
Maiev bowed to welcome Duque and led Duque to the deepest part of the dungeon.
It was dark and airless, but it was unexpectedly clean.
This was obviously the result of meticulous work day after day. It could be seen that Maiev did not mistreat the prisoners here.
"Kaboom!" With a loud noise, the round stone door, which weighed more than a hundred tons, was pushed open by the Nature Magic Array, revealing a spiral staircase leading downwards.
Duke floated in the air with the support of the water elements, and slowly descended a hundred meters.
When Maiev opened the last cell door, Duque saw a blue-skinned half-demon kneeling in the middle of the cell.
"Oh, what a rare guest. It's you."
Faced with Illidan's question, Duque was very calm. "It's me."
"How is Tyrande?" Illidan raised his head slightly, a flame flickering in his eyes that were covered by a black cloth.
"She's busy taking care of the child." Duque's mouth twitched as he casually said something that was actually provoking Illidan.
The veins on Illidan's temples bulged, but he quickly became discouraged.
"Oh, the year before last, she told me that she wanted your child. She didn't come last year. " Illidan tried to suppress his emotions. "Damn it, Maiev didn't tell me anything."
Duque sighed in his heart. No matter how many years had passed, Illidan's heart was still with Tyrande.
Unfortunately, Tyrande was not fated to be with him, whether it was in his previous life or this one.
"She's a very beautiful girl. Tyrande said that if you weren't a degenerate, she would be willing to let the child recognize you as the father. "
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